tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10385918272836095212024-03-07T18:54:23.770-08:00Littleman's MewsAll the mews from my end of the couch.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-63023861293354479422010-02-14T17:53:00.001-08:002010-02-14T17:56:23.349-08:00A heroThat's me. <br />That girl was going to fall off a the bed. <br />I mewowed my "serious emergency" mewow. (I usually use this when I am stuck in that horrible box going to that horrible vet.)<br />Mama thought I was maybe stuck in a box and going to the vet and she didn't know. <br />So she came in. <br />And saw that girl. <br />And moved her. <br />And said I was a VERY good boy. <br />She said I was a hero. <br /><br />My name is LMK and I am a hero kitty. I am Little Man HERO kitty.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-40809613850069972362010-01-18T12:08:00.000-08:002010-01-18T12:10:03.671-08:00Monday HolidayToday is a Monday Holiday. Mama's school has off. That Girl's school has on. <br />So mama is home with me, which is the way life should be. I used to hate Monday holidays because Mama would clean stuff and mess up everything I'd worked hard on. But now I like them. Because a mama with a vacuum cleaner is still a mama. <br /><br />LMK<br /><br />PS: last night That Girl accused me of knocking over stuff. As if!Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-54441287682531984252010-01-17T06:03:00.001-08:002010-01-17T06:06:08.196-08:00That Girlis not very nice to me. She has more toys than me. She sits in MY mama's lap. She tells me "no, no, no" when I get on the kitchen table, and then doesn't listen when I tell her "no, no, no." She chases me. This is NOT GOOD. <br /><br />Mama says you have to look at the bright side. Here's the bright side: <br />1) She is warm. I like sleeping in her bed, but if she wakes up and sees me, she cries. <br />2) She can feed me. This is a good thing. <br />3) No matter what, I'm OLDER. I became 3 in June and she had to wait until October to be 3. I'm older. I'll always be older. I'll be 4 before her. HA!Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-77763710575898884462009-11-01T18:50:00.000-08:002009-11-01T18:53:15.609-08:00Babies are noisyThey are. <br />I don't really like that. <br />But the good thing is this: when they sleep, they don't take up much space, so I jump up and watch the baby sleep from the end of the bed. Together, we share a bed quite nicely. <br /><br />I'm not naming names, but somebody else takes up a LOT more room.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-67671080601504537212009-10-24T10:51:00.000-07:002009-10-24T10:53:03.350-07:00I got a jobSo, I'm such a big boy that now I have a job. A big boy job. <br /><br />I'm a baby watcher. <br /><br />Mama brought home a baby. Well, not really a baby, but kind of a baby. <br />And when she sleeps, it's my job to watch. <br /><br />I'm very good at it. <br /><br />Sometimes she feeds me.<br />Sometimes she chases me. <br />Sometimes she plays with me. <br />Sometimes she yells at me. <br /><br />She's my baby, and it's my job to watch her sleep.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-32501034422730684092009-09-07T18:46:00.000-07:002009-09-07T18:48:12.086-07:00101Did you see my new fish? <br />It's over there. <br />Look!<br />I finally have a pet!<br /><br />Mama says click the mouse and the fishies get fed. <br /><br />I wish I could click a mouse and get greenies. <br />But until then, I like watching my fishies. <br />My pet. <br /><br />I think I'll start a blog for them.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-697950065194185422009-09-06T06:38:00.000-07:002009-09-06T06:43:32.293-07:00100 posts!One hundred posts! That's a lot of thoughts! <br />I have a lot of thoughts! <br />I'm LMK, big cat in town. <br /><br />So, things continue to get worse at the LMK household. There is stuff EVERYWHERE. There is stuff in the bathtub. There is stuff on my extra bed. There are bags of stuff every, every, everywhere. Does she even realize how much extra work it is for me to keep up with all this stuff? I have to rub ALL of it. I have to smell ALL of it. This stuff doesn't just happen on it's own!!!<br /><br />Human mama says we're adopting a little one. <br />I'm adopted, so I know what that's like. I hope the new kid is black and white with 6 toes on each front paw. I'll TOTALLY show him all around the house and give him kisses and smack him on the head once in a while. We'll TOTALLY play together all day. <br /><br />So, we're adopting. <br />That still doesn't explain all this stuff.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-81303860552139946712009-08-29T06:04:00.000-07:002009-08-29T06:08:56.857-07:00Getting worriedThere is a LOT of stuff in my house but it is not mine. My old room has the door shut because girlkitty peed on the rugs. I am worried. I can't get in the room with all the stuff. It's my job to keep all that stuff smelling right and I can't get in there. <br /><br />Mama is busy. She keeps moving all our stuff around. Sharp stuff, poison stuff, messy stuff goes up high. Boring stuff goes down low. She is always bringing bags of MORE stuff into the part of the ment. She's also busy bringing stuff OUT of the part of the ment. She says we have to make room. FOR WHAT???? <br /><br />Yesterday, she took out a big suitcase and measured it. <br /><br />I was NOT happy. <br /><br />But she put it away. <br /><br />Phew!Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-34262070029120165562009-06-01T19:50:00.000-07:002009-06-01T19:53:34.079-07:00TodayI am three!<br /><br />That's really big. <br /><br />Lots of strange stuff going on in my house. <br /><br />I have to be constantly vigilant. <br /><br />There is a new chair. I did not order it. <br /><br />Mama moved out one of my jumping stools. <br /><br />And girlkitty peed on the floor because mama blocked the door to her favorite litter box by accident. P-U. <br /><br />I use both of the litter boxes. I pee freely. Girlkitty only likes the white one. <br /><br />But that's all beside the point that I'm THREE! I am, you know, a very big boy. <br /><br />I'd like to offer up my healing prayers for Dubby, my friend with extra toes who got bitted on the head by his brother and got a hair cut and a medicine. Hope you feel better Dubby. God, please be good to him, okay? And God, if you could, bop his brother on the head a little bit, okay?<br /><br />That's all I have to say. This is my 98th post. <br /><br />And I"m three.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-5793337561027256012009-04-17T04:49:00.000-07:002009-04-17T04:51:01.432-07:00Heard Mama on the PhoneGrandparents are coming. <br />They are sleeping in MY bed. <br />They are known to dispense treats freely. <br />Must take both bad and good together, I guess. <br /><br />Maybe they will buy me a pony. <br />Mewow.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-13588262324915500032009-04-12T13:52:00.001-07:002009-04-12T13:53:08.566-07:00EasterI have been reading on the internet that Easter is supposed to include ham. <br />Or bacon.<br />Or turkey.<br /><br />Can someone tell my mama because she made some vegetables and eggs stuff. <br /><br />I wanted ham. <br /><br />Mewow.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-36032296107426405822009-03-26T18:17:00.000-07:002009-03-26T18:22:09.681-07:0095 postsI have made 95 posts since I became a blogger cat. That makes me a very big boy with a lot to say about <br />my sister, <br />my mama,<br /> the part of ment,<br /> my kitty sitter who is the rabbi's daughter <br />and my kitty sitter who is not the rabbi's daughter but who comes from the state where sarah palin is the governor--the real sarah palin not tina fey--<br />and greenies <br />and my friends who are kitties that i only know on the inner nets. <br /><br />i am a big boy. <br />i have a lot to say. <br /><br />Thanks for listening to me. <br />Mewow.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-84602288675830051862009-03-02T16:12:00.001-08:002009-03-02T16:19:54.814-08:00PaintMama is painting stuff. <br />Have you ever had painting. <br />Here's what it's like (just in case you haven't).<br /><br />Mama puts newspaper on the ground, but you're not supposed to play in it. <br /><br />Then she gets out milk but you're not supposed to drink it. <br /><br />Then she plays a game with a stick but you're not supposed to play with it. <br /><br />And it spells funny. <br /><br />And if you keep trying to get close, sometimes you get milk on your fur. <br />And it's blue. <br />Like on your ear. <br />Then mama scrubs your ear to get rid of the paint. <br /><br />I'm not so sure about painting anymore.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-494081703439109652009-02-13T20:27:00.000-08:002009-02-13T20:28:21.485-08:00P-UI need help. <br />My sister cat---her breath STINKS!<br />She doesn't like greenies. <br />What do I do?Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-17337109948622911642009-02-03T18:22:00.000-08:002009-02-03T18:25:21.906-08:00PrrrMama says that I seem a little punky. <br />I'm not sick though (barfing up that catfood with pink candy in it was a coincidence and doesn't mean that I shouldn't eat conversational hearts), I'm just being contemplative cat. <br />Today I'm thinking about my toes. <br />Why do my toes have claws?<br />Why am I in trouble when I sharpen my claws? <br />Why does mama love my pitsypaws but not when I sharpen them?<br />Why does she call them pitsypaws?<br />Is that baby talk?<br />I'm a big boy. <br /><br />I'm thinking. <br />About my toes.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-33970437399936051292009-02-01T10:31:00.000-08:002009-02-01T10:41:08.142-08:00Conversation Hearts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMaOWBoBkWLnQ0mGeHv7gKfkd6HDJKahXtMd4gNgaJygkqv8lemisA0Uu9-ftpoF3b1Vio5k5W6UI9-YNlG8vAZ16688soP_JKlwmAEbxZd4bjeLnwXz1Evmw4dKXsgtMdUAyoXvIDaTe/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 75px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMaOWBoBkWLnQ0mGeHv7gKfkd6HDJKahXtMd4gNgaJygkqv8lemisA0Uu9-ftpoF3b1Vio5k5W6UI9-YNlG8vAZ16688soP_JKlwmAEbxZd4bjeLnwXz1Evmw4dKXsgtMdUAyoXvIDaTe/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297900424857252226" /></a><br /><br /><br />My human mama bought a bag of conversation hearts yesterday. I think it's funny that humans need candy to talk. So last night, while she was sleeping (why do humans sleep for such a long time in a row, anyway), I tried some. I tried a lot. I took a few nibbles on each one. Then I spread them out on the floor, so human mama could see what I did. And I put one in her bed. It was there when she woke up. It was very funny because first she thought SHE ate a candy in the middle of the night, and she was all confused. Then she got out of bed and saw the others. She said the little nibbles look like the nibbles on all her shoes that I've decorated for her (do you decorate shoes, too? I like doing it. I make really good designs on the toes.) Then she gathered them all up and threw them out, which is just STOOOOOOOPID because I got them all ready for her. <br /><br />Humans are so hard to understand. <br /><br />PS: My favorite heart said, "you rule." How did they know that I'd be the one to get it?Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-67752912143087368402009-01-08T17:43:00.001-08:002009-01-08T17:45:36.880-08:00water machineSince it's winter, mama put out the water machine. <br />You pour water in the top, and you it spits out wet air. <br />I sit in front of it with my mouth open. <br />Mama says I look like a fool. <br />That's a cuz she wishes she could do it.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-22202721965273971062009-01-03T14:16:00.000-08:002009-01-03T14:18:59.417-08:00Trouble in LMK CityWell, today we have trouble. <br />We've had it for a while. <br /><br />Mama is cleaning. <br />I don't like cleaning. <br /><br />But here's the worst part: she's moving things around. <br />Without asking first. <br /><br />This is not nice. <br /><br />She had 2 other humans come over and move a bookcase. <br /><br />To a place where I liked to sleep. <br /><br />This is not good. <br /><br />I need help. <br /><br />Won't someone come and help me defend my house? Or my part of a ment, I mean? <br /><br />I don't like this. at. all.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-49811463799256288522008-11-23T08:58:00.001-08:002008-11-23T09:02:17.583-08:00My BabyDo you have a birdy game at your house? It's my favorite game. Mama holds a stick and a birdy flies around. <br />I love it. <br />Rabbi's Daughter is very good at birdy game, too. <br />Well, sometimes I get the birdy and run. <br />And when I was a little kitty, I ripped the birdy off the end of one game. <br />And hid it. <br />Someplace secret. <br />And hard to find. <br />Well, last week I took it out again. <br />It's my baby (NOT A DOLL. DOLLS ARE FOR GIRLS!)<br />I carry it everywhere. <br />We have snuggles. <br />Sometimes I put it down for a nap. <br />When mama finds it she thinks I'm crazy. <br />It took a nap in the dry food bowl, mama's bed, the bathtub, the sofa cushions and girlkitty's favorite sleeping spot. <br />It even went swimming in the water bowl. <br />I love my baby.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-59692081488361994522008-11-16T19:22:00.000-08:002008-11-16T19:25:39.065-08:00Happy LapsSometimes when Mama comes home, I do a victory lap. <br />I run from the hallway then jump over the couch and then run in the dining room and then the kitchen and then back to the hallway and jump over the couch and then run into the dining room and then the kitchen and then back to the hallwayandjumpoverthecouchandthenrunintothediningroomandthenthekitchenandthenbacktothehallway..........<br /><br />I don't do it every time. Just sometimes. I don't want her to expect it. <br />It's a surprise. <br /><br />I'm good at surprises.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-73980724492060436952008-11-13T15:19:00.000-08:002008-11-13T15:28:02.752-08:00I'm a good boy...but a bad blogger. <br />I've been so busy, it's hard to find time to write a post. <br />Here's what's happened in the last few months: <br />eating<br />sleeping<br />stealing stuff<br />pretending not to steal stuff<br />chewing on shoelaces<br />hiding under the couch<br /><br />I have a new friend. Her name is not-rabbi's daughter. She's nice. <br />Mama goes to fallinfear or something like that on the weekends. <br />And leaves me. <br />I like not-rabbi's-daughter.<br />But I like Mama better. <br /><br />For Thanksgiving we are staying here, all alone. <br />I'm happy. <br />Mama is not. <br />For Christmas, mama doesn't know. <br />Maybe rabbi's daughter will come. <br />Maybe not. <br />I don't know. <br />They never let me vote around here. <br /><br />Have I told you that our part of a ment has heat on now? <br />The bigboard is in charge of when the heat comes on. <br />It's on. <br />I like sitting on the radiator. <br />It's warm. <br /><br />Okay. <br />I have to go. <br />I see a pair of shoelaces that need some work. <br />Bye!Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-69488869529891842992008-09-18T20:06:00.000-07:002008-09-18T20:17:43.722-07:00HiToday a not. good. thing. happened. <br />Human mama picked me up and walked OUTSIDE with me. <br />This is not okay. <br />She said she did it to let the new catsitter in the house without letting me run out the front door up to the part of the ment on the third floor where 2 years ago there was a birdie but there isn't anymore, but you just never even know maybe it came back so why not run out if she's going to open the door?<br />She said we were only outside for a few seconds. <br />She said she was holding me hard. <br />But I think outside is SCARY. <br />I don't know WHAT Fish was thinking. <br />It's SCARY out there. <br />There are no couches.<br />There are no greenies.<br />Fish is a true adventure cat. <br />I am an indoor adventure cat. I like adventures on my couch, or on the carpet, or chasing my sister. <br />If I feel like a BIG adventure cat, I run upstairs to the third floor where there used to be a birdie but there isn't anymore. <br /><br />In other news, our new catsitter has a kitty! But he doesn't want to come and be my friend. <br />Which is probably okay, because the new catsitter's kitty uses a human potty. <br />Really, he does. <br />I think that's disgusting. <br /><br />Our old catsitter, the Rabbi's daughter, is busy. So we have a new catsitter. We can have two catsitters. And they can take turns. <br /><br />The new catsitter is not the rabbi's daughter. She's from Alaska. But she promised never to call me Engine Nighthawk. <br /><br />Whatever that means. <br /><br />Mewow.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-89459018408835225572008-09-01T14:37:00.000-07:002008-09-01T18:13:15.611-07:00I've been busyThat's why I haven't blogged. <br /><br />Here's what's new:<br /><br />* whistle and fish had a birthday<br />* I didn't.<br />*Mama read a lot of books. <br />* I didn't.<br />* I got to cuddle with Mama during the books. <br />*That was good. <br />*I'm working really hard on my jump shot. I can jump up as high as Mama's head. I wish I could jump higher, though. <br />* Mama had humans over that I didn't know, and it was scary. I wanted to play but I was scared. <br />*Girlkitty just ignored them. <br />*Girlkitty is going to have a big birthday soon. <br />*I hope she gets greenies.<br />* She doesn't like them much.<br />* I do.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-30258058053314177272008-08-01T17:34:00.000-07:002008-08-01T17:35:30.371-07:00MamaThere are suitcases again. <br />I like the rabbi's daughter, but I'm tired of her. <br />She's nice. <br />She's pretty<br />She's not mama. <br /><br />I have been giving lots and lots of kisses. <br />I hope it works.Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038591827283609521.post-66732575074077984442008-07-11T06:11:00.000-07:002008-07-11T06:15:23.004-07:00NewsHere's what's new in my house: <br /><br />* Hot. It was hot. really hot. That loud machine was on. We don't like the loud machine at all. <br />* Last night, it was much nicer. The windows were open. I could talk to my squirrel friends. I like talking to them. They missed me. <br />* My friends moved away....the ones that always stopped by my window to talk to me. I hope some more people move in that think I'm extra cute. <br />* Because I am. <br />* The suitcases came out last night. I do.not.like.that. <br />* Mama says the rabbi's daughter is coming for hugs and kisses and kitty food. <br />* I'm going to take a really good bath or ten today. <br />* I like the rabbi's daughter. <br />* She's nice.<br />* And pretty. <br /><br />How are the squirrels near you?Littlemankittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503840349801116268noreply@blogger.com0